My Dress Is a Cloud of Red
I savor silence and my solitary dreams, my wanderings
and in my candlelit room, I withdraw
to my secret place and you
I have put on our wedding dance music
and I am travelling back, back in time with a sigh
I know what comes next and I want to weep with love
my dress is a cloud of red chiffon flowing, flowing
and you my darling, are in a black suit
soft the jazz music drifting in my meditation
did I put that music on or did it just come to me
you whisper in my ear, I love you, and I turn the page
back, back, I turn back the pages
we swirl onto the dance floor, twirling and dipping perfectly
and the red chiffon is beauty
kiss me my darling your whisper or is that the music
your strong arms hold me tightly, oh I remember
and we are spinning, spinning, spinning
then the music is loud like thunder, roaring
and you are fading
our hands slipping
then our fingertips
and still we are spinning
until you are gone and I am alone
yet the music goes on and on
and in my candlelit room, I take a deep breath . . .
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February 5, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/my dress is a cloud of red
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1109-825-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, 2019 Marathon, Mile 14
sponsor, Mark Toney
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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